The Love-Chase: A Romance/Drama Classic By James Sheridan Knowles!

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Sir Wil. Hither they come. I fancy well thy game! O to be free to marry Widow Green! I'll call her hence anon--then ply him well.

[SIR WILLIAM goes out.]

Wild. [Without.] Nay, neighbour Constance!

True. He is high in storm.

[Enter WILDRAKE and CONSTANCE.]

Wild. To Lincolnshire, I tell thee.

Con. Lincolnshire! What, prithee, takes thee off to Lincolnshire?

Wild. Too great delight in thy fair company.

True. Nay, Master Wildrake, why away so soon? You are scarce a day in town!--Extremes like this, And starts of purpose, are the signs of love. Though immatured as yet. [Aside.]

Con. He's long enough In town! What should he here? He's lost in town: No man is he for concerts, balls, or routs! No game he knows at cards, save rare Pope Joan! He ne'er could master dance beyond a jig; And as for music, nothing to compare To the melodious yelping of a hound, Except the braying of his....